* * * The Hummingbird After the window had closed (it was raining so hard) I told myself just one of those things you say: I’ll begin to love again.…
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Image Credit: Ayden LeRoux “What is Oliver doing this summer?” my grandmother asks, offhandedly. I’m in mid-coast Maine for a week to take care of her and my grandfather,…
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Image Credit: Snail Doolin I was twenty-one when I found out that Carrie Underwood’s song “Before He Cheats” isn’t meant as a literal how-to guide for handling a cheating…
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* * * You hold your clenched fist out to me, palm up, fingers wrapped around an unseen object. I hold your gaze as I unwrap them, one by one.…
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* * * 5. Do Own thy known. Two owls swoop to low hoots, or bolt, two bold moons. No two got torn. Books or told words hold rot. Crooks…
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I go out only as instructed: once per day to move homebound muscles. When I hear the Yale lock click shut behind me, I reflexively pat my pockets; there’s no…
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WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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* * * The Woodpecker He interrupts us with his staccato tap tapping, swivels his skunk crown to mock our quiet conversation. By now we assume all the rules are…
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WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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I was eating cherries out of a jar when Denis Johnson died, my fingers sticky with the slime. Their red syrup coating my teeth, I could feel a cavity forming…
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“Where ya going buckaroo?” Casey said, taking off his headphones and tossing them on to the desk. I shrugged. “Out, I think.” “I thought you said you were exhausted?” “I…
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April 2015 When I was a child never thought I would become a part of a junkie’s dream, where real clouds are research chemical and methamphetamine smoke, where needles…
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1. Origins and distributions We hear birds at night. I imagine they are cardinals but Lou argues for sparrows. We know for sure they aren’t supposed to be here. But…
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My hands are dry, creeks of blood cracking open. A pink fury. I wash and wash and hope. * * * The first week of COVID-19 quarantine, I accidentally cancel…
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